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To: All Contacts.
MESSAGE:
I bet your all dying to know who I am, right? But trust me, you all have something in common - I hate everyone of you. You have all got dirty secrets I've been DYING to reveal, but who's first? Well, I'm not horrible, don't worry, if you follow my instructions, yours won't be spread. Have fun, my bitches. - A
She pressed send and placed the phone back in her pocket, waiting for a reply - she was sure she would get one.
((Okay, you can now reply to her text. Any messages you send her, since this was an ALL CONTACTS messgae, will be shared with the rest of the group. It is 10:00am, and everyone is at school c:))
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Jay tried to calm her breathing as she read the threatening five sentences. There were many things going through that red-headed head of her's. Is this a joke? Who was that? Why me?
Jay took a deep breath in, trying to calm her nerves. She opened the screen of her phone, going to the text message she had gotten. She hesitated before replying;
Who the hell is this? Is this a prank?
Then, from another number, he got a second text. Who the hell is this? Is this a prank? Thomas realized this was a group text. His slid his headphones down around his neck, and didn't bother to respond to the text as he shoved his phone in his pocket, his face expressionless. He had no idea who had just text him, and he wasn't aware if this was a legitimate threat or just a prank, yet he continued to act like it was no big deal as he walked through his English class's doorway, making his way to free seat towards the front of the class.
Ronnie deleted the messages and decided to text Thomas to get it off her mind. "Hey, how was your summer?"
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She decided to wear a flowy yellow dress with old leather cowboy boots. She thought it looked nice. She hated being popular because she ALWAYS had to look glamorous, but on the other hand she liked that she always looked glamorous.
Angel put on her mascara and went downstairs. She thought she didn't need anything else. She grabbed a camera and went outside. She snapped a couple pictures of birds and flowers. She needed something for Photography class, because she didn't do it the previous day.
Her iPhone went off. It was just her mom checking in.
Angel looked at her phone background and started to cry. It was her son Jackson. He was 2 today.
She went upstairs, washed her face, and re-applied her mascara.
She remember she needed to ask Beck for something.
She texted "Did you reserve the black room for us? I'm only really comfortable sharing it with you, because I know you.
Kisses!
Angel Jessica"
She hit send and left for school.
Her phone vibrated.
MESSAGE:
I bet your all dying to know who I am, right? But trust me, you all have something in common - I hate everyone of you. You have all got dirty secrets I've been DYING to reveal, but who's first? Well, I'm not horrible, don't worry, if you follow my instructions, yours won't be spread. Have fun, my bitches. - A
Angel's mouth dropped open. She couldn't have people thinking she's a whore. She wouldn't want that to happen.
((I know we are supposed to be at school, but I wanted to type that.))
Afterwards, his phone began vibrating and playing a Spanish guitar melody. "Tch," he growled, flipping it open, reading a text from A. "A female perro. How intelligent, ja," he growled, shuddering and sighing. "Wouldn't want anyone knowing about..." the Spanish boy trailed off and felt a cold sweat begin to blossom.
Sighing, the boy grabbed a ponytail from his pocket and pulled his hair back into a long ponytail, fixing his collared shirt he wore. Normally he wore it without an undershirt on, but today was an exception. It was school, anyways, and thus, he wore a red shirt that had the Spanish flag on it.
At least all those days in Spain gave him a bit of souvenirs.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulders, he whistled as he watched birds flutter and fly by, and particularly watched a bright red cardinal before entering the school.
Blinking his pure white eyes, his tongue obliviously began tracing circles around his snakebite piercings near his bottom lip as he tightened the bone choker around his neck, and at the same time, tugged on the necklaces with his free hand as if he was nervous. "New year, new people, new bullies," he murmured under his breath, and he growled almost wolf-like. "No way. Totally not going through that like last year. These messages don't scare me," he whispered, grabbing the band which held up his ponytail, and pulled it out of his hair, his long, black and silky hair draping over his shoulders as he stuffed the band into his skinny jean's left thigh pockets.
Who is this? Is this a prank? - Jay
She gave a smirk and replied quickly.
Sorry to disappoint, honey, but no, this is no joke, and no amount of drugs is gonna' change that. Whoops, almost let something slip there - A
She grinned and put her phone yet again into her pocket as she walked down the hall.
((Yeah, these posts are kind of short, just because I can't give too much away :L))
The small girl froze in her tracks. Could this girl possibly know about the party? She looked around, but just as she did somebody ran into her. She stumbled forward, nearly tackling a Spanish boy going the other way. She stood up and looked at the boy, lost for words. "I'm so sorry, I just... People..." she wasn't sure how to explain and was clearly stressed. Anxious, she brushed some hair behind her left ear.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before she started hyperventilating. Oh great, Zaria thought. This A person probably knows about that too... "I just- are you ok?" she asked.
She took the spare key from the hiding place, unlocked the door and ran up to her room. She slammed the door behind her and slouched down into her desk-chair. A small smile escaped her lips. They had no idea what they were in for. Infact, some of them were probably still in denial that this wasn't some early April Fool's joke. Her smile turned to a grin. Let's change that, shall we?
BTW, don't get any funny ideas about calling the C-O-P-S. I bet they are just dying to hear your secrets just as much as the rest of this town, and we don't want anyone to get in trouble, do we? I'm sure they would just love to know that there's a murderer in the school. xxx - A
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Jay felt her fingertips grow cold and her foot shake- something she did only when she was nervous.
The Spanish boy let out a small grunt as he felt a large wave of air and then a thump. Glancing over his shoulder, his hair flew in front of his eyes, and then turning his whole body to face her, he brushed his long hair away from his eyes and looked down at her.
"I'm fine," he said softly, crouching down a bit to get in eye contact with her, and to his eyesight, her hair was bubblegum pink. Blinking his pure white eyes to confirm this fact, he wasn't exactly sure if he could see right with these things. They made his pupils and irises appear white (though, the pupil is a misty gray), and so he wasn't sure if it was just the contact or he was becoming colorblind or whatnot.
"Question is though, are you alright? You appear a bit shaken, or stressed out." Antonio had almost a concerned expression; despite the fact of not even knowing her, he generally cared about other's safety and emotions. He was just weird like that.
"Oh, also, my name is Antonio. Feel free to call me Toni." Leaning his body and head forward slightly to get a better and clearer look at her, he noted she was quite tiny.
Groaning when he heard his phone vibrating and playing the Spanish guitars, he flipped it open and glanced over the recent text from A. "BTW, don't get any funny ideas about calling the C-O-P-S. I bet they are just dying to hear your secrets just as much as the rest of this town, and we don't want anyone to get in trouble, do we? I'm sure they would just love to know that there's a murderer in the school. xxx - A"
The boy felt himself go pale. Was she referring to him? He murdered a child once, but that was because he was suffering. Or was she referring to someone else? Gulping rather hard, he shook it off and rose his phone to Zaria's face. "Don't you find this crap ridiculous? It's utterly ignorant. Did you get these texts too? It's like blackmail. Or chain mail, something like that."
Antonio sighed, his long hair dangling next to his high cheeks loosely. "Whoever is doing this, I really hope they'd stop."
Gazing down at the text, he decided to text back briefly, and quite sarcastic.
Fun. -Toni Feliciano
A looked down at her phone to see a new message from Toni. She gave a small laugh. That last text seemed to have gotten to him, though she of course wasn't surprised. She pressed open to see the message: Fun.
Feliciano, please don't use that sarcasm with me. You might get me annoyed, and then where would you be? xx :* - A
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Remember last summer.... Not answering him
Hey long time no see, still looking goo.... Eeeww sophmores
You are my top 5 friends. If you receive this you mus.... Ya right or I'll 'die'. Delete
BTW, don't get any funny ideas about calling the C-O-P-S. I bet they are just dying to hear your secrets just as much as the rest of this town, and we don't want anyone to get in trouble, do we? I'm sure they would just love to know that there's a murderer in the school. xxx - A Are you joking? This again? Wait a murderer? Ronnie clicked on the messages and looked at them carefully. She decided she should say something. "A murderer? please! And you don't have anything on me. I have a clean slate. ;)" She replied to this 'A' person.
She started walking to her first real class of the day, English. She had to go early to meet the new gym coach because she is the head cheerleader. She had got up at 6am and thank god Starbucks was across the street. She rushed over bought herself a caramel machiatto and walked back into the school. She noticed a rather cute boy in the hall ahead of her. She winked at him as she walked past him and went into the classroom.
Kisses!
Angel Jessica.
Beck smiled as he quickly texted back.[b][i]Yeah, you know it. By the way, I need aa new model for one of my drawings. Meet me after school?
A raised an eyebrow. Veronica, a clean slate? True, she hadn't killed anyone, but she was hardly a goody-two-shoes.
To: Veronica.
MESSAGE:
Whoever said I was talking about you? ;) And besides, a clean-slate? Having unprotected sex at sixteen, then killing the kid when it was in your stomach? Real nicee xx - A
((As it says above, that was sent to Veronica, not all contacts. Please don't reply unless you got the message. c:))
"It's crap, but I don;t want to test it." Zaria stood up, wondering who else in school had gotten these texts. "Oh, my name is Zaria by the way. Or whatever variation of that you want to call me." She looked up at him, dismayed that everybody in this school was probably taller than her.
She looked at A's reply for Toni. "Nice job," she remarked. She sighed and looked around. She really needed to get to class. "Uggh, I gotta go. I don't remember where everything is and I think I have a quiz..." She bit her tongue, feeling stressed again. The pink haired girl gave a weak smile to Toni. "I just don't want to fail my last year and if I did my parents would kill me. Not literally, but they would be mad." She paused then and looked at him.
"You probably think I'm crazy, right?" Zaria asked him. Being social could be good, but being too open was another thing. Maybe that's how this A person knew about her. She noted that Antonio had long hair for a boy and a couple of lip piercings. She couldn't help but judge him as some sort of antisocial, emo kid. But he was still talking to her wasn't he?
****You have all got dirty secrets I've been DYING to reveal, but who's first? Well, I'm not horrible, don't worry, if you follow my instructions, yours won't be spread. Have fun, my bitches. - A
What the hell was this crap? The tall graceful Korean continuted to run, gripping the phone in her fist when it vibrated once more.
****BTW, don't get any funny ideas about calling the C-O-P-S. I bet they are just dying to hear your secrets just as much as the rest of this town, and we don't want anyone to get in trouble, do we? I'm sure they would just love to know that there's a murderer in the school. xxx - A
This made her stop running and she glared at the screen suspiciously. There was no way someone could have found out about what she did. It was probably just some stupid prank from one of her stalkers. The boys just wouldn't get that she was not interested. Text after text... It drove her mad. Mori headed back to the locker rooms and took a quick cold shower before putting on her short navy blue sundress. It clinged in all the right places and she slipped on her bracelets. She ran a long fingered hand through her hair and stepped out in her strappy black heels. Her large group of idiot followers were probably wondering where she was. They could wait. She was Amoranta LaFaevre after all.
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The bell symbolizing it was time to leave 2nd period and go to 3rd brought him back to realization. He shut the book, standing and stretching, his headphones still slung around his neck as he gazed around the classroom. Almost everyone's face seemed familiar, yet he could count on one hand how many names he knew that belonged to the people in the room with him. He filed out of the doorway, taking out his phone and deciding to save the unknown number as her signature name, 'A'. He couldn't think of anyone that could seriously want to mess with him to this extent, and furthermore-- He couldn't think of anyone that could possibly know about the secrets 'A' had mentioned. He silently continued to hope it was just a prank, his face still blank as he nodded to his "friends" that greeted him in the hallway, making their way to their next class. Thomas smirked dully at the girls in the hallway as he continued to his next period, American History.
She made her way through the halls of the high school, occasionally stopping by for a quick chat with the friends that she missed. She smiled warmly at the new faces, lightly biting her lip. In school, she definitely wasn't on the bottom of the popularity chart. She had many friends, no doubt. But if you asked her, she wouldn't call herself "popular."
She almost forgot about A until she saw a group of girls, looking as if they were gossiping with their pretty pink cell phones. Jay raised an eyebrow at them, walking quickly to her next class.